an identity crisis lyrics
by otuka
[Part I: autumn]
(I'm just procrastinating)
So what if I don't talk much?
Put your head up with my problems
Take a breath and let it pile up
My favorite weather is the autumn
[Part II: attitude]
Thi-thi-thi-this Chicago, n*gga
You know I can't help you, you can't help yourself
G-g-go 'head, fix your attitude, you can go to Hell
Don't act like I'm a friend of you, must be someone else
Go and put your f*cking head to use, and the way you felt
Yeah, yeah, kick back
Don't give no f*ck 'bout her, 'bout him
Put your head down, get them bucks
For you, not them
Tell that b*tch there ain't no us
Just I, just me
[Part III: cold brew]
Little bit of caffeine to my brain, passion through my vain
Gashеs on my face, cash off verbal pain
[Part IV: waste ya time]
Waste your timе waitin' for a call back
You know that I'm waiting for it
Waste your life knowing it's down bad, and I'm almost gonna fight for ya
[Part V: vice]
You're the poison to me
Can you be my only vice?
I'd let you run right through me
'Cause you might ruin my state of mind
[Part VI: unwind]
Time to unwind, got a lot on my mind
Can't let out if I tried, killing me from inside (I need to take some)
Time to unwind, got a lot on my mind
Can't let out if I tried, killing me from inside
[Part VII: headlock]
I know what to say but it won't come out
I feel a little better knowing you won't find out
I can't deal with my emotions so I make sound
There's a couple little songs you'll never know about
You've got me in a headlock
I'll make some sh*t to make your head pop—
[Part VIII: let me go]
It's been running through my head
All the things I could've said
If I did, you wouldn't listen
So I'll save it 'til I'm dead
('Til I'm dead)
Does it even matter anymore?
Stuck with this feeling in my core
Something that I've never felt before
Won't let me go